Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roy Ayers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pierre Henry,
Suicide,
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Pagans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.